I remember when...

[Rev]

Originally Posted by OneAccord

I remember hearing R. W Schambach say "You don't have any trouble, all you need is faith in God" at the close of his radio broadcast. And his message was about faith, not about money.

I remember Fridays nights was prayer night at the cave. The brethren of our church and I would gather at a cave just outside of town, where we'd pray and seek the Lord until daylight began to break. The cave is gone now. And so are the brethren.

I can remember walking the gravel roads back home picking up "Coke" bottles (all soda bottles were called "Coke" bottles) to sell. I'd gather enough to buy a 16 oz. RC, A bag of BBQ Fritoes and a Baby Ruth candy bar. Cost: 25 cents.

I remember going to church every night of the week. Somewhere. One time, I got off from work and we drove to Barbuorsville, KY for a tent revival. Got there in time to hear the closing prayer. Stayed and fellowshipped for a while. Got home about 3 a.m, got up at 6 a.m to go to work. That night, we went to church again. Somewhere.

I remember when if a service dismissed before 10 pm we felt backslid. A good service was one that lasted until after midnite.

I remember, at 16, feeling the Lord leading to preach on the street corner in our home town. Got there (alone) and the devil began to talk me out of it. There I stood, not wanting to disobey the Lord, yet, being afraid of preaching all alone. A little balack sister walked up and said, "Well, you gonna preach or not?" I did. Me and that little black sister had church there in the middle of Cleveland, TN.

I remember when I was afraid of missing the rapture. Walking through a grave yard one time, I noticed a grave had "sunk". I thought the rapture had taken place and I was left. I ran home and prayed that God would come back for me.

I remember standing at William Branhams grave very early one morning. A woman came walking up and talked to me about Bro. Branham. She had known him, and attended his church. She told me "Don't follow a man. Follow the Lord". As she walked away, I turned to ask her name. She was gone. Never saw her again. Not long after, I left the Branham movement to follow the Lord.

Thanks, Sister Barb, for the trip down memory lane.

we drove to Barbuorsville, KY

Did yall handle snakes that night?

[OneAccord]

Originally Posted by Rev

we drove to Barbuorsville, KY

Did yall handle snakes that night?

No, there were no snakes there. Been to sepent handlin services in Canton, Ga and Birchwood, TN

[Sherri]

At Illinois camp, a lightning bolt struck the big tree right outside the tabernacle during service, and everyone went running to the altars. It was major revival!!!

[Barb]

Originally Posted by Sherri

At Illinois camp, a lightning bolt struck the big tree right outside the tabernacle during service, and everyone went running to the altars. It was major revival!!!

LOL!!

[Margies3]

In the first Apostolic church that I belonged to, the baptistry was under the floor. There was a piece of wood that was laid over it. When you wanted to baptize someone, you had to pull the carpet back off of the baptistry and then lift up the wood and lean it against the wall.

We also had to walk across the platform if you needed to use the restroom during the service because the only door to the back of the church was by way of the backside of the platform.

We had youth service on Friday nights. One Friday night we had a family who had been given several parts to do during the service, but they never showed up. Everyone was upset with them for flaking out on us. Until after the whole service was over. That's when the sheriff showed up to tellus that when the mom was on her way to church with all 7 of their kids in the car, plus one neighbor kid, she lost control of the car and crashed into a tree, killing everyone instantly. The dad was at work that night, so he was the only survivor in the whole family. What a lesson we learned that night in not pre-judging

[Barb]

Originally Posted by Margies3

In the first Apostolic church that I belonged to, the baptistry was under the floor. There was a piece of wood that was laid over it. When you wanted to baptize someone, you had to pull the carpet back off of the baptistry and then lift up the wood and lean it against the wall.

We also had to walk across the platform if you needed to use the restroom during the service because the only door to the back of the church was by way of the backside of the platform.

We had youth service on Friday nights. One Friday night we had a family who had been given several parts to do during the service, but they never showed up. Everyone was upset with them for flaking out on us. Until after the whole service was over. That's when the sheriff showed up to tellus that when the mom was on her way to church with all 7 of their kids in the car, plus one neighbor kid, she lost control of the car and crashed into a tree, killing everyone instantly. The dad was at work that night, so he was the only survivor in the whole family. What a lesson we learned that night in not pre-judging

Oh my, girl...what a lesson indeed!!